It’s Good to be a Little Bad – by DDMarshall5285

Incest stories: It’s Good to be a Little Bad. Author: DDMarshall5285. Having just turned forty, I am having a midlife crisis. I quit my job. I sold my BMW 328 convertible and bought a Honda ST1300 motorcycle, full set of leathers, a helmet and backpack. The story is including of Fiction, Consensual Sex, Incest, Male / Older Female genres.

Incest stories: It’s Good to be a Little Bad – Chapter 1

Author: DDMarshall5285

I put everything I did not need on my trip in storage, left my apartment in Boston on the day the lease ran out and headed west. I did not have any real plan but I had the whole summer to reach the west coast if I decided to go that far.

I was a prosecutor for the state and the last straw was when a dirt bag with a two page rap sheet that included four grand larceny counts, three assaults and two armed robberies walked because of a video his buddy took when the police officer punched his lights out. The part of the video where the dirt bag bit the officer and tried to rip his balls off before the officer was able to subdue him had mysteriously disappeared.

Local and national news ate it up and ran the video every hour for a week. The decorated officer after 18 years of service to the community lost his job and pension. A week later the dirt bag killed a sixteen year old girl in a failed robbery attempt. Her father, the store owner, literally blew his ass away with a 12 gauge shotgun.

They had to arrest the dead girl’s father for manslaughter because the dirt bag was already heading out the door and no longer posed a threat to him. Okay, so he shot him four more times after he was down. Maybe that was a bit excessive, or maybe not?

As I mounted my new bike to head out of the city I had a feeling of misgiving and spoke out loud to no one but myself, “God, I thought only men did crazy shit like this.”

The first couple of hours were painful and I thought I had made a big mistake. But once I got out of the stop and go city traffic and the surrounding suburbs I could start to feel the bike out and test its performance my mind started to clear. I started to reminisce of when I was a teenager and would ride my beat-up 1960 Indian Chief on upstate New York’s back roads alongside my big brother riding on his hog.

My brother Roger is a year and a half older than me and we often would ride out to a pond a few miles from our house. It was down some dirt logging roads and we would go swimming in the summer. We were a little naughty and would go skinny dipping every chance we got. That’s pretty much how I learned the difference between boys and girls. We never did anything incestuous. But he would always make me laugh when he got a hard-on and blamed me. To be honest I was not above teasing him a little.

We both started dating around the same time. A lot of the time we would double date and it was not unusual for him to be screwing his date in the front seat while I was giving my date a blowjob in the back seat. I know he would peek sometimes but I did not care. I peeked at him too. After we dropped our dates off we would laugh and make stupid comments all the way home about watching each other getting laid.

My brother and his family are my only living relatives and still live at the old homestead in upstate New York. He is a volunteer fireman and owns the local hardware store like our father did before him. To say I love my brother is an understatement. There was not a week that went by that I did not call him to make sure he was alright and to assure myself someone out there still loves me.

My last year at the County law office was hell for me. I turned into the office bitch. I could not even get laid because I was so angry with the system all the time that I scared men away whenever they would strike up a conversation with me. Kathleen Wilson was not a fun person to be around.

I was almost to the New York state line when I figured out exactly where I was going to go. I had to see my brother and tell him face to face that I had thrown my career away and was going to be a nomad until I could get my life back together.

It was almost 10:30 p.m. when I drove through my home town and took the cutoff to my brother’s house. I knew this road like the back of my hand. I took the bike up to 55 mph. That was 10 miles over the speed limit and not the smartest thing I had ever done considering I had not been on a bike for over 18 years. There wasn’t any moonlight to light the road.

All I could see was what the cone of halogen headlights showed as they cut through the darkness. Thankfully traffic was almost nonexistent and the white lines in the road had been freshly painted and helped me navigate the curves. For the first time in a year I felt alive and completely exhilarated about my day.

A rode up the long dark dirt driveway that led to the two story white colonial that I grew up in. I parked the bike and shut it down. I took off my helmet and shook out my hair and headed up the brick walk to the front door. I rang the bell and less than half a minute later the outdoor light went on and the door opened and my brother was standing there looking very surprised.

“Kate, what the heck are you doing here? How come you didn’t call? You rode a bike to get here! Come in, come in. Bobby, Carol. Kate is here.”

Once my brother got over his surprise he gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and said, “I am so glad to see you.” Then it turned to concern, “Is everything all right?”

I held onto him a little longer than I usually do and whispered in his ear, “Everything is fine. I have something to tell you but it can wait till later.” Over his shoulder I saw my brother’s wife Carol coming out of the kitchen smiling and wiping her hands on a towel with their son Bobby trailing behind.

Roger let me go and I got more hugs and kisses from Carol and Bobby. Bobby took my gloves, jacket, helmet and backpack. Five minutes later I was sipping a hot cup of coffee and enjoying a slice of homemade apple pie as we all sat around the kitchen table.

After catching up on the latest family news I poured out my sad story and frustration with the system. Bobby and Carol just nodded and looked to my brother for a response. As I expected he was not judgmental and seemed sympathetic.

“Well Kate, it sounds like you will need a place to stay for awhile. Your old room is always available for as long as you want it. We changed the wallpaper but other than that it has not changed much.”

“Thank you, it’s been a long time since I was able to spend some time with all of you. I think I would like to stay for a few days to visit and maybe sort a few things out.”

“That’s great. Bobby, put your Aunt Kate’s bike in the barn.”

“Okay, dad.”

We talked until about 12:10 a.m. and I started to yawn. Carol announced that it was getting late and we should all call it a night especially after the long ride I had to get here. Carol always was the practical one.

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Incest stories: It’s Good to be a Little Bad – Chapter 2

Author: DDMarshall5285

I woke up to the sound of bedsprings and moans from the bedroom down the hall from mine. My dear brother and Carol were doing the horizontal mambo. It was no big deal, I had heard them before when I came to visit. I thought back to when Roger was dating Carol while I was in college. We double-dated quite a few times while I was on summer break. Carol was in the front seat with Roger getting it on while I was in the back doing my thing with her brother Mark. We do not have many secrets from each other.

Mark went off and got married during my senior year and put an end to our double dating. Carol made it plain she was not comfortable having men other than her brother being there while she had sex. She was concerned about her reputation and rightfully so.

I decided to get up and go down to the kitchen for a glass of water when I noticed Bobby’s bedroom door was open and his light was still on.

“You awake Bobby?”

“Of course. Who can sleep with those two screwing their brains out right next door?”

The interior walls in this old house were uninsulated and thin. I had to laugh as I stood in Bobby’s doorway, “They woke me up too. But it’s nice to know they still love each other so much.” I walked in and stood by Bobby’s bed.

Bobby put his book down and said, “Yah, they do. I don’t know what they would do without each other. I remember when I was little and did not have a clue about what they were doing. When I asked dad about it he told me, ‘mom’s back went out and I had to fix it.’ I believed him until I was fourteen. Mom’s back use to go out a lot back then. Still does, but not quite as often as before.”

“It must have been weird listening to them back then.”

“Not so much. I got used to it and if it started to get to me I would just…oh shit, never mind.”

I was wearing a t-shirt and boxers when I sat on the edge of Bobby’s bed and teased him, “And just what did little Bobby do to take his mind off his mommy and daddy screwing?”

Bobby reached under the covers and adjusted himself and said, “Cut it out Aunt Kate. And another thing, your legs are not helping the situation any right now.”

I got up and said, “Okay I will leave you alone. Have fun.” I left his bedroom and shut the door on my way out. I went down to the kitchen and got a glass of water and when I came back upstairs my brother and Carol’s room was quiet. I stopped at Bobby’s door and listened for a few second and thought I could hear the telltale sounds of my eighteen going on nineteen year old nephew spanking his monkey. I thought to myself, sounds like fun. Maybe I’ll give it a try.

I had been at my brothers for a couple of days and was able to relax with him and his family and it did me a world of good. I was starting to think of other things besides what a mess I had made of my life and stopped feeling sorry for myself. And yes, I was starting to think about sex.

Mark’s wife had passed away a couple of years ago and I remember him being a very attentive lover. Now that he is widower maybe we could be of mutual assistance.

I got out my cell phone and called his number. “Hi Mark, its Kate…Hey, I was wondering if you might want to have dinner with me and maybe we could go back to your place for a while…Sounds good, pick me up around five thirty… I am going downtown and won’t be back until around five…Carol will be home to let you in if I am late…No Bobby is helping his dad at the store…see yah.”

I borrowed Carol’s Jeep and drove downtown. I had to do some shopping for some essentials and I wanted to pick up a new swim suit. I also wanted to check in at Williams Custom Jewelry. Tony Williams has been creating custom jewelry in our town for over twenty years and I always liked to stop in and see what new designs he had come up with. I have a few of his pieces that always get compliments when I wear them. When I pulled up in front of his shop there was a sign in the window saying ‘Closed for family emergency. Will return in two days.’

Shit, I was planning on spending at least an hour browsing in Tony’s shop and chatting with him. I turned the Jeep around and headed back to the house. I pulled into the drive about quarter of four and Mark’s car was already here. He must have come over early to visit with his sister.

I walked up to the front door and let myself in. I walked into the living room and let out a gasp. Mark was sitting in the leather chair and Carol was on her knees in front of him. When he looked up he had that deer in the headlights look. He quickly stood up and knocked Carol over as he tried to stuff his cock back in his pants. Carol was still sprawled on the floor when she saw me and immediately let out a shriek.

Mark zipped up his pants and helped Carol up and asked, “Do you want me to stay?”

Carol shook her head and said, “No. You better go.”

Mark came over to me and said, “Please don’t do anything to hurt her or this family. It not her fault, it’s mine.” He walked past me and out the door. I guess I was on my own for dinner.

I walked toward Carol. I wanted to hug her and tell her it was alright and comfort her and at the same time scream at her for cheating on my brother.

Tears were running down Carol’s cheeks “I’m so sorry Kate, I’m so sorry you had to see that. Don’t tell Roger, please don’t tell him.”

“My god, Carol you were sucking your brothers cock right in my brother’s house. What were you thinking?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t help myself.”

“What do you mean you can’t help yourself? How long has this been going on?”

Carol sat on the couch with her hands folded in her lap and her head bowed. Still sniffling she started to explain. I sat on the couch next to her. I did not have a lot of sympathy for her at the moment so I did not try to hold her or in any way comfort her.

Between wiping tears from her cheeks she told me, “Mark and I were having sex long before I started dating Roger and you dated Mark. It all started when we were in high school. Mark always looked after me and I love my big brother. When I was little and scared I would sneak into Mark’s room and sleep with him. Mom and Dad thought it was cute and always told Mark to ‘take care of your little sister.’ When I started high school Mom told me I was a big girl now and needed to stay in my room or come and wake her up if I was scared.

“I was not naive and understood why mom did not want me to cuddle with Mark anymore. But I didn’t want to give up the closeness and the feeling of being totally safe and protected next to him at night.

Every once in awhile, until I was a junior I would sneak in Mark’s room and just cuddle for an hour and then go back to my room. Then it was just a kiss when I crawled in to bed with him and one when I left. Then it was more kisses and then touching. Finally in my senior year we just did it. I know it was all my doing. Mark never came to my room. That’s one of the reasons sex with Mark was so easy for me. He never made any demands but was always there when I needed him. Not like the boys in high school that I dated.”

“The reason Mark and I were so comfortable having sex and being naked with you and Roger is that we thought you were lovers too. You two seemed so comfortable with each other. My god the four of us would skinny dip and have sex right next to each other. We saw how you teased Roger and he would tease you right in front of us. It was not until after I married Roger that I knew that what we thought about you two was not true. That’s when I told Mark that we had to stop and we did. You were off to college and Mark met Patty and when they got married I thought it was truly over. I had Roger and little Bobby, Mark had Patty and we were both very happy.

When Patty passed away Mark was really shaken. I would bring a casserole over to him every week and spend some time with him. About four weeks after the funeral Mark was a total wreck and I tried to comfort him and it just happened. We have been having sex at his place about once a week ever since. What I did today was very stupid.”

“It certainly was.”

“Kate what am I going to do? I can’t lose Roger and Bobby.”

“Is Bobby…?”

Carol quickly nodded and waved her hand and said, “Yes, yes he is Roger’s. You know he was born just over a year after we were married and I was not involved with Mark.”

“Okay, just double checking.”

“What are you going to do Kate?”

“I don’t know. Roger and Bobby would be devastated if they lost you. I know Roger loves you and Bobby more than anything in this world. I also know you love Roger.”

“With all my heart.”

“So why do you cheat on Roger?”

“Because I love my brother too.” Almost in a whisper, “Because the sex is great and it excites me to be a little bad.”

“That’s more than a little bad Carol. This affair with Mark has to stop now or I will have to tell Roger.”

“I will try.”

I practically shouted at Carol, “Try very hard.”

I got up, left the room, went up to my room and slammed the door. I paced the bedroom floor and tried to calm down. I pulled out my cell phone and called Mark. He picked up on the first ring. I gave him a piece of my mind and warned him that if I found out that this affair had not ended I would go straight to Roger and damn the consequences. Mark listened and did not say a word until I was finished with my rant.

All Mark said was, “I will make sure it never happens again.”

For some reason I trusted Mark to keep his word a lot more than I did Carol.

Then it dawned on me. Not only was she cheating, it was incest. For some reason that part did not bother me when I thought about it. I thought about my brother Roger and how we teased each other and how on more than a few occasions I came close to dropping to my knees and offer to suck his cock.

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